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If you were looking for the upstairs library's copy of that big guide to modes of inter-galactic travel, we're sorry. Yrael has it, and apparently won't be done with it for a while.
He's the one over there on the couch, stretched out on his back with his arm resting against the back cushions, holding the book up above his head as he reads. He also has a small notepad at his side, full of notes, questions, and things to look up later. His knowledge of physics and chemistry is full of the holes that result from coming from a place where they don't fully apply.
Though he's a fast learner, our not'cat, science will likely never be something he fully applies himself to. It's hard, conforming to laws of gravity and relativity and whatnot, when you don't technically have to. The temptation to ignore them is always there in the background.
He's the one over there on the couch, stretched out on his back with his arm resting against the back cushions, holding the book up above his head as he reads. He also has a small notepad at his side, full of notes, questions, and things to look up later. His knowledge of physics and chemistry is full of the holes that result from coming from a place where they don't fully apply.
Though he's a fast learner, our not'cat, science will likely never be something he fully applies himself to. It's hard, conforming to laws of gravity and relativity and whatnot, when you don't technically have to. The temptation to ignore them is always there in the background.